
Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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That I'm not turning into my parents. My Father is as deaf as a post, but won't accept the fact, and my mother is aflicted with dementia. Both of them have dodgy hearts and lungs.
I'm just glad that most of my friends are younger than me, they're doing a good job of keeping me youthful.
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 14:32, Reply)
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